Alessandra Torre

The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else__rants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets.

Today is the day that you create worlds, you change lives, you make a something, a someone, out of nothing.Today is the day you become a writer.

The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.

No one is normal. Everyone is just pretending to be normal.

A gentleman holds my hand.A man pulls my hair.A soulmate will do both.

Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The great writers have to fight for their words. They have to choose to write, choose words over distractions, and their characters over their friends. Great writers can be lonely, exhausted souls. But through our characters, we live.

Marrying the wrong person only denies you both a chance at your soul mate.

I stare across the table at Jeremy, and wonder if I will make it through our first date without trying to kill him.

Security is a strange thing, a myth that the brain allows in exchange for a brief moment of peace.

A child is the quickest to trust because they have no concept of the depravity of our species.

Get up and get on the bed in the Master. I__ going to fuck the hell out of you.

On the bed - now,_ he ordered, yanking the band of his shorts and dropping them on the floor. __ need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.

Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another__ fire at a moment when you want it most.

Gentlemen are a dying breed.Do your part to help out by supporting them sexually.

I hate society__ notion that there is something wrong with sex. Something wrong with a woman who loves sex.

The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.

I thought women enjoyed affairs. I thought they got sparks of pleasure at the buzz of their phone, thought they ran around with a glow, their world suddenly on fire with new love. I thought they were women with terrible husbands and unhappy lives, an affair the first step in an eventual ending of their marriage. I thought that they were horrible, selfish women. I never thought that I would be one of them. I never thought that I'd be so weak. It turned out being the perfect wife was only easy when there was no temptation, no mistake haunting and overshadowing your marriage.

(Regarding Marriage) Both people need to care deeply about the other person, to put the other__ needs before their own, and to make a daily commitment to that person to stick it out.